pr0ntober for jaina
This one got out of hand, and I'm not going to have it finished in time, so I decided to just post the section actually relevant to pr0ntober.
Unbetaed/still working through stuff. ~1200 words. Sequel to this fic, where Grimmjow is now a Shinigami for unspecified reasons.
Mind the rating, kids.
Grimmjow/Rukia, goodbye sex.
Rukia led the way to the 4th district of Rukongai, walking along like she had important fucking business to attend to, like there was no way she would ever think about going out and having sex in a field with a man she'd once tried her best to kill, and who had almost absently shoved his hand through her gut in return. Like she hadn't planned everything to the last detail, choosing this place because the trees at the edge of the water could give them cover if somebody happened to come along, like she didn't want a stream nearby so she could clean herself afterwards. Grimmjow didn't care. Let her have her act.
He began to shrug off his clothes while she calmly disrobed, folding each piece of clothing and laying it to the side. Little fucking priss.
And every time, it had to be the same way. She wouldn't give him head, or take it up the ass, or even let it get really interesting past some biting and scratching, and maybe a binding spell a fucking baby could get out of. And she always expected him to eat her out--hey, it's not like he was gonna argue with a chick putting her pussy in his face, but she always had that fucking twist to her mouth, like she knew this was the time he wasn't gonna get the job done. What the fuck ever.
But hey, you know, he was getting laid, so he let her pretend to be in charge. The one time he did try to press it, she just pulled her clothes on, then kinda gave his crotch a look with one hand on the hilt of her zanpakutou, and left. Since he'd really have to fucking kill her if she froze his cock, he let it go.
So when she lifted herself off his face this time, he just expected her to just climb on and go for it the way she always did. Instead, she clamped her legs around his hips and rolled them over so he was on top.
"Huh. You feeling sick, teeny weeny?" he asked, frowning. "You always wanna be on top."
Rukia looked up at him and shrugged. "It is far past time you were required to make an effort."
He grinned, enjoying the sun on his back. "Sure you wanna chance it?" He let the head of his cock just enter her, then slid his hand around her throat; it felt thin and fragile, but her pulse remained steady beneath his fingers.
She raised her hips, making him hiss as she pressed herself forward. Her mouth curved as her hand began to glow. "Way of destruction 33," she growled. "Soukatsui."
"Oh, you little fucking pain in the ass," he grinned. He took his hand away from her throat, flattening his palm against the grass next to her head. She glared at him around that stupid piece of hair that always fell across her face, then allowed her kidou to dissipate. He flexed his hips, thrusting harder. He wanted to pound her into the ground, to see that pale skin streaked with dirt and her composure shaken for once.
She was always so fucking restrained. Even when she was wrapping those skinny legs around his hips, her breath coming in quick puffs of air against his throat, whenever he looked down her eyes were still cool and distant and totally unaffected.
He kinda wanted to break her...but he had to admit she was more interesting this way.
Grimmjow dipped his head and took a nipple between his lips. He drew as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, then bit down.
She jerked, then growled and sank her teeth into the meaty part of his shoulder. "Do that again," he groaned.
"Do it yourself," she retorted, panting. His response was to thrust harder, which actually got her to moan, her eyes wide with surprise. He stayed buried in her, digging his fingers into the dirt and rolling his hips, baring his teeth when she threw back her head.
"Ah fuck," he muttered. He could feel her squeezing him as he hit her clit again and again.
Rukia was losing her fight to stay quiet, soft grunts escaping despite the teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Her heels dug into his ass and she braced herself, thrusting back against him.
"Fuck," he moaned. He let his head drop to her throat and she shoved him away. Whatever. That wasn't the part he was interested in anyway.
He raised up on his knees and grabbed her hip, rubbing his other thumb over her clit. She jerked and arched, biting off a curse as she came, gasping and grabbing at the grass and dirt beneath her hands. He thrust slowly till she calmed down, fighting to not to come himself despite how good she felt around his cock.
Rukia slammed the heel of her palm into his shoulder, and he grinned. "Figures," he said. He wound an arm around her waist to roll them over.
She quirked an eyebrow at him and shrugged. His fingers had left dirt on her hips and down one thigh; he traced a clump next to a forming bruise.
The muscles in her thighs flexed and clenched as she fucked him, and every time she hit bottom, she'd let out a harsh breath. He knew she was close again, her breathing getting higher and louder, and he dug his fingers into her ass and started thrusting up into her, quick and shallow and hard and he knew he was close and she was so tight and fuck, fuck, fuck...
Grimmjow snarled as he came, slamming the back of his head against the ground, holding her bucking hips hard against his as she went a second later. He dragged in long gulps of air as she slumped forward, her arms trembling as they barely kept her from collapsing onto his chest.
After a few minutes, Rukia stood on shaky legs and walked to the stream to wash herself. Grimmjow closed his eyes and dozed, only waking when the splashing stopped and he heard her make her way back.
He pushed himself up on one elbow. "So...you fuck that redhead yet?"
Rukia ignored him as she pulled her clothes back on. She didn't rush, but she wasn't taking her time either.
"You should. Show him what I taught you." He leered as he sprawled across the grass, not bothering to cover himself. "Then tell him it was me."
She snorted. "You have hardly been so much of an influence." She ran her hands through her hair, pushing a lock behind her ear and frowning as it fell back across her face.
"Guy like that, it'll just make him try harder. You'll thank me."
"He's been after you a while, huh? Too bad I got there first." He slapped lazily at a bug that landed on his thigh.
Rukia bent over to tie her sandals. "You seem unduly proud for what it was."
He looked at her sharply before relaxing, leaning his head back in the grass. "Was, huh?"
"Yes." She straightened, looking him in the eye, then sat down with her back to him. "We can leave whenever you are ready," she said, looking out at the water.
"Eh, whatever," he drawled, placing an arm on his forehead.